Witch Doctor - WILDCARD

Check it, yeah!

I’m nasty as black magicians with passion I spat so vicious

Not askin' if cats are Christian, (unmasking) the craft of witches

I practice with black magicians in chapels that practice Wiccan

Keep passin' them classy women, I trap with these ratchet bitches

I’m blastin' (a crack abyss), a disastrous, masochistic catastrophe

(Traps and missives) in castles it’s sacrilegious

The last of the savage spitters, subtract 'em like mathematicians

My favorite rappers have passed, I rap with they apparitions

I lost my virginity to a Spanish girl with hazel eyes

She used to paint her face like «Mi vida loca», my crazy life

Take your time and break your mind

And yes my momma raised me right

But since this world is fucked I pack a pistol with a laser sight

Aim and die, say goodnight, one side is my angel side

Other side is dark and more crooked than Poet’s lazy eye

Moon and Sun start to face off

My Moon tries to stop my Sun from shinin' like Marvin Gaye’s pops

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My mental disorder ought to slaughter your audibles

All the martyrs are fallin' like Autumn Broad, I’m the arsenal

Particles ripped apart like a shark knottied by nautical

By nature my articles of my clothing aren’t affordable

More than mortal, I’m more like immortal, I’m more immoral than

A whore through an oral orbiter orifice (?)

Or you could cut her legs off to make her more portable

Like she’s (oko) and torso

Then torture her and force to record a porno

Fuck a baby portal I’m porkin' her in the porthole

Portishead on the radio, ladies go to the tour show

The Pop The Fatty, Poppin' Addy, Papi, ya daddy

It’s what they call me, appalin' all of the day for Apathy (?)

Actually rappers revere me, they fear me, they near me

They nearly kneel to me, yield to me, droppin' they shield to me

On the battlefield where they flee

I turn the baddest MC’s to the status of flees

Crushin' rappers with ease